Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah let out a soft whine as she crawled alongside Whiskey while he happily trotted to the backyard. He seemed refreshed and his confidence built up after reinforcing his dominance over the "new dog" in the house. Delilah's muzzle dripped and drooled with a healthy measure of his leaked precum, more than enough to prove his control over her as she was servicing him but not nearly enough to indicate an orgasm. Instead of fully fucking her, it seemed he was content to hold her down long enough to correct her for trying to take his "territory" and get back onto his routine of going around the house before finally dragging her down beside the pool with him and starting to groom himself as Delilah panted softly, trying to get comfortable in her restrictive bitchsuit as Whiskey laid her on the all-weather dog bed beside the pool. Incidentally, Matthew was still lounging by the pool but had moved on from reading and abandoning her to Whiskey's correction and was busy with a phone call of some sort.

Delilah shifted her position to lay on her side, feeling Whiskey's muzzle rub and bump up against her back as he licked himself and tried to listen in on Matthew, but the hood over her head did a decent job of muffling some sound, so she only caught bits and pieces and couldn't even tell who he was talking to, especially since she seemed to be eavesdropping on the middle of his conversation.

"...morning. No, no, she's not... for this weekend. Next weekend? No... no, I haven't heard from... yes, I sent her away but... no, she... Monday? No? Monday after this one?" Matthew turns and looks at Delilah, the masked girl darting her eyes away to avoid his gaze and try not to give the impression she was trying to listen in. She was pretty sure he noticed. "I could do Monday after next. Right, Bitch?" He noticed. "I'll see what I can do... no, no, I'll call you. What? What, say that again-"

Matthew stood suddenly, enough to startle Delilah as he turned away and spoke in a sharper, quieter tone that she couldn't hear anything of what he said and felt some anxiety growing. She shivered and found herself pushing herself backwards on the bed with her frustratingly restricted limbs. She was never going to get used to this. And just as she was about to try and sit up she felt a tongue graze over her cheek.

"Whuf? Whifkey?" She turns with a slightly startled yip as she finds Whiskey had partially sat up as she ambled back into him and was now leaning over her and starting to lick and lap at her precum-coated muzzle and neck. She squirmed as his wet tongue left trails of his saliva across the side of her eye and "nose", shivering as he grazed over her neck and the forceful bite of his teeth rose up in her mind. She was not keen to earn such a display from him again.

It was... kind of impressive though... he was so firm... and strong with it.

Delilah's slightly embarrassed and aroused reverie is broken as Whiskey stands and walks around her slowly, nudging her left arm upwards as she lay on her right side and brushed his muzzle across her bare chest. The bitchsuit Olivia had so lovingly provided for her had the audacity to expose the very few places Delilah wanted covered. She suspected this was Matthew's way of humiliating her further, of making her regret ever meeting the man. It worked, right up until Whiskey let that warm, wet tongue lap over her nipple and a soft sigh escaped her ring gag.

"Mmmuhhppph... Whiiiis-" She groans quietly, a soft moan elongated into a bestial noise as her canine partner licked and cleaned her breasts, one by one, with seemingly thorough dedication. He was taking his time and frequently glancing at her face, trying to see if she was... enjoying it? Hating it? She wasn't sure what he was looking for but he frequently moved back to resume licking her skin and it was some of the most tender affection she'd had in a week so she was slow to protest.

Gradually, Whiskey worked his way down her fuzz-covered belly. She felt his warm saliva sort of soak into the suit but it wasn't until he reached her thighs that she let out a loud whine as her thigh tried to dip down to stop him from getting access which really didn't do much as his neck spread her thighs for his muzzle to brush, rub, and lick over her still-puffy pussy. She writhed and squirmed slowly as she tipped back and forth on her side, trying to resist enjoying this until she heard a voice and realized her eyes had been shut when they popped open to see Matthew standing over her and Whiskey with a faint grin on his face.

"Try laying back, Bitch. Your alpha boy is trying to teach you how to groom yourself. Which... he might have to take charge of, given your condition in that suit. Though, we can see how flexible you really are later... maybe you could start grooming yourself. Athlete, right?" He flashes her a smug smile before starting to walk off, his advice dispensed. "I'll come fetch you two once he's done. Or, I suppose if he keeps this up, after you finish..."

FINISH!? I'm not! I- I couldn't ever enjoy-ooohhhh fuck-

Delilah finds herself quickly falling to her backside as Whiskey's nudging and licking intensifies. Seems he found something he liked the taste of as "grooming" goes out the window and his attention is wholly on lapping at her pussy. She sighs and moans luridly through her muzzle as her legs slowly spread open and he holds her on her back to run his warm tongue over her burning hot pussy. Little twitches and jolts shaking her body indicate reluctant but absolute pleasure. His tongue was so soft and warm, unlike any boy she'd had down there in the past, and with the force with which Whiskey was licking, he was parting her labia and sinking in deep, that wet tongue exploring her depths and tasting of her velvet walls. She groaned and raised her legs again, framing his muzzle as he drank in her taste and scent and Delilah's chest heaved as her pleasure built. She could feel every bit of his tongue as he repeatedly and forcefully "schlorped" through her folds, her cheeks burning red beneath her mask as the humiliation of enjoying Whiskey's attentions raced through her body. Her heart pounded in her chest and her head felt fuzzy as she peered down at him while eagerly eating her out like he'd been given a brand new treat for good behavior.

Delilah's body stiffened, her arms arching in and squishing her bust together as her body seized up, clenching on everything, anything, that she could as a loud howl of pleasure cut the midday air. "KyyyyaaaAAAAAHH!!!" Spurts of her pussy juice sprayed out, coating Whiskey's muzzle and ears as the canine let out a brief yelp as his "mate" orgasmed from his relentless licking. Her head flumped back onto the dog bed as her thighs quivered and clenched onto his muzzle, holding him against her cunt as his hot exhales rushed over her skin ticklishly. She shuddered again as his tongue lapped out onto her sensitive, post-orgasm folds and her arms came up- just to be stopped by the bitchsuit, reminding her hazy brain that she was being turned into a dog, at least at the physical level.

Finally, Whiskey pulls away, licking his chops as he weaves around Delilah's legs as she slams them shut, quivering relentlessly as he comes up to lick her face again when she notices him linger. She blushes as he stares her down with her still flipped on her back and panting.

Does he want... he couldn't be asking me to... he knows how to... but... nnh... he did h-help me out.

Delilah starts to rock her weight to the side, awkwardly rolling over before working herself up onto her elbows as she gives Whiskey a furtive glance. She was beginning to notice he did not appreciate when she stared at him directly, preferring these quick glances.

"Hhhol' shtill, Whifkey..." She mumbles through her gag, her noises still so odd to her. She was beginning to wonder if just making barking noises would be easier after all. It took far less effort. In either case, she brought herself close and steeled herself for what she was about to do.

I do owe him one... but that's the only reason!

Delilah cautiously brought her face close, keeping her gaze away, and reached out with her tongue to run it over one of the damp patches of her pussy squirt on her canine lover's face. Whiskey let out a soft noise of approval and Delilah felt her heart race as he confirmed his request.

He... wants me to... clean him off. Prove that I learned this? H-how...

Delilah shakes away rational thought and tries to not think too hard about what she was doing. With her mouth always being held open like this, dog hairs in her mouth were bound to happen, this was just doing a good thing for Whiskey.

He deserves it... for... something, probably.

The bitchsuited girl shudders as she reaches out with her tongue again, tasting her salty self on his fur and grimacing as some come loose and remain stuck to her tongue. Attempts to wipe them off only resulted in more fur getting on her as she didn't think about it and licked him to try and wipe off the hair, making her feel quite silly and instead devoting herself to her task and resolving to get his furs off her tongue when she was done. Lick after cautious lick, Delilah cleaned herself off of Whiskey's muzzle with slow and methodical movements, shivering at the nature of her self-appointed task here.

Until she thought she was done and Whiskey let out a sharp "whuff" and glared at her.

This... isn't self-appointed... Whiskey is... he demands this, doesn't he? Expects it... what else could he expect... from his bitch? I'm... he expects me to clean him as much as he cleans me, doesn't he? Stupid dog, you're the one who made me cum all over your face...

Delilah, despite her inner conflict, promptly found herself bowing her head slightly and peering around Whiskey's muzzle as the dominant canine stared her down, demanding she "finish her task" and lap up the last of her staining fluids. She coughed up a fair bit of German Shepherd fur as she came to the end of her role but Whiskey, seemingly smart enough to see she was in fact done and satisfied with her efforts, gave a softer "whoof" and bowed his head, nudging her own and licking her fake, pointed Shepherd ear on top of her skullcap hood. She blushed as he stood up and proud, peering out and around the yard and above her with that upright stance of his. From here, on her elbows and knees as she dropped down from licking him clean, she thought he looked so... so-

He looks so in charge. Like he could make me do anything he wanted... not that I ever would... obviously. I'm just playing along... until the summer's over!

"Whiskey! Bitch! Inside, lunch!"

Delilah yelped as Whiskey suddenly darted along, tugging her neck collar sharply towards the house and making her scramble and drag herself along to keep up. Clearly, the dog was hungry. Ever just an animal, following his instincts.

Delilah sighed quietly as Matthew used a dry rag to wipe off her tongue, pinching the tip of it to pull it out so he could swipe off the last of Whiskey's errant furs while the dog chowed down on his meal. She failed to look the man in the eye even as he held her face upwards. She squeezed her eyes shut if she had to right up until he called her name.

"Bitch, what did we learn today?" He asks calmly, the rag set aside and his right hand holding the side of her head, thumb rubbing over her covered temple.

That this suit is awful and tight and restrictive and you're a bastard? She thought to herself, but the only sounds that came out were, "Whifkey iph inm haarj."

Matthew chuckled as he lightly patted her cheek, a bit of a cruel grin growing on his face. "You know you'll have to drop the attempts at people speak while your muzzle is on, Bitch. But yes, Whiskey is in charge. Good girl." He slides his hand down the back of her neck to grab her collar, dragging her head around and pointing it at her stainless steel bowl, filled with that softer, squishy kibble he'd switched her over to. "Go ahead. Eat."

Delilah stumbles forward slightly as Matthew pushes her head along, forcing her down beside Whiskey as the dog ate hungrily and, she had to admit, she was starving for her first meal in close to 16 hours. Missing breakfast was a punishment and a half but Matthew seemed to be giving her a break.

Right up until she felt a twinge in her rectum.

"But Bitch, you're still not permitted human speak. Attempted or otherwise." He says calmly as he grips the base of her knotted tail plug, turning it slightly inside her rear end.

Unf! Oh dammit... no, please, it hurts so much when you-

"MMnppphPPH!" Delilah's mental scream turns into a verbal one, muffled by the food her face was being forced into as Matthew grips her tail tighter and tugs while at the same time pushing a hand on the back of her head to keep her down. She screamed again as he gave the inflatable knot a pump, growing it by a small amount.

"Bitch? This is a punishment. I don't want to hear you attempt people-speak while you're my pet. Not while you're in your fur, not while you're out of it, not while speaking to your mate." Matthew's voice was firm and commanding, as he often let it be when disciplining her. "Do I make myself cleeear?" He asks, elongating his last word as he squeezed the knot-pump three more times in rapid succession, inflating it quite significantly and making Delilah screech through her open mouth, earning a surprised and almost worried "wuff" from Whiskey, but in the presence of his master the canine felt no sense of danger.

Frantically nodding, her muzzle bumping into the edge of her bowl as Matthew held her down, Delilah whines and yips, making as submissive of bestial noises as she could manage over the pain of her over-stuffed rectum. "W-whuf! Yy-yeeeph! Yyiif! Hah-haaaahn!" Her body clenches and tenses up as Matthew gives the tail one more squeeze, one more pump and it nearly tips Delilah over the edge as her body reacted strongly to the humiliating sensations being lauded onto it; forced face-down into a bowl of mushy kibble, body restrained in a tight bitchsuit, anus plugged and tormented and pussy leaking with reluctant pleasure. Hurt as it might, her body was aching for more attention of a gentler sort and was trying to show it, even if she never wanted it to be known.

STUPID BITCHSUIT STUPID MATTHEW STUPID WHISKEY STUPID HORNY PUSSY!

Delilah's thoughts scream in her ears as her voice shrieks out from her throat, unable to move rationally as her knees slam and tap on the tiled floor, trying with all her might to keep from falling over while at the same time relaxing her rectum to try and ease the pain as Matthew punished her.

Until, finally, he tugged on the release valve and all of the pressure came out of her bottom and Delilah's mind instantly cleared, the clench of her anus enough to make her thighs quiver as the pain went away and all that remained was aching desire. She whined helplessly into her bowl as Delilah found herself pushing back into Matthew, arching her back with unknowing need. Just purely desperate to have anything pleasure her, to touch her and let her feel a rush of pleasure on top of the relief from the pain.

And Matthew seemed to notice.

His warm, strong hand slid down, covering her pussy with his flat palm as he pushed forward, rubbing against it and earning a pleased sigh from Delilah as she quivered. But he didn't move, not enough, and the force with which he held his hand down kept her from grinding against it to earn the pleasure herself. "Good girl, Bitch. Being needy and wet. But... you're not permitted to cum right now, not yet." He says as he slips his hand down from the back of her head to grip her collar, tugging up and wrenching her head out of her bowl as little kernels of her food dropped from her open muzzle. She chokes and gasps, but already Delilah found herself wiggling her ass side-to-side to try and steal a bit of pleasure from him to tip her over the edge; he'd gotten her close and was denying her.

"You can cum, little pet, if you start acting proper. Whiskey knows his place, but I still don't think you do. I don't think you've really solidified who your master is in this place." He said in that husky, dominant tone as he choked Delilah with her collar and held her bare, soaked pussy flatly with his palm. "So... your meal can wait. If you want your reward, you'll turn around, bow your puppy head down, flat to the floor, and whine for me. Show me that submission, wiggle that tail of yours, lick the floor, prove you know you're the lowest of the low and I'll make you cum."

Delilah turned her head, with some difficulty, and looked at him from the corner of her wide-open eye. She wasn't sure she could resist an offer like that, said with such authority. She hated that she was even considering it.

I should spit in his face for even suggesting it! Him!? My master!?

But Delilah couldn't spit. She couldn't deny his suggestion. And she couldn't resist the weak nod she gave Matthew before he released her collar. And, immediately, Delilah turned around on her padded knees, toes curling under the tight leather of her bitchsuit, and faced Matthew as he stood back to watch. She was a mere foot from him, all but between his shoes as she bowed her head low, muzzle rubbing against the tile where she found droplets of her own arousal slickening the floor already. She was too far gone to care as lust and need fogged her mind. She pushed her knees down and raised her rear as high as she could, doing as he directed and began to wag her tail. She winced as the knotted plug in her rectum shifted and jostled inside of her. Totally deflated as it was, it had a lot more room in her stretched-out hole to shift and she shivered as it felt like it was tickling her spine from within. But that wasn't all he'd asked of her. Instead, her quiet voice rang out in a desperate, howling plea.

"HhhnnnnnnNNNHHHhhnnn!" Her thighs slowly slid together as she whined for him, accurate enough that even Whiskey raised his head from his bowl to see what the distressed noise was for but when Matthew's feet didn't move in her vision she knew she had to prove one more thing for him.

Master or not... he's not going to touch me until I-

Delilah stuck her tongue out of her muzzle, showing it off to Matthew as she slowly dragged it across the smooth and cool tile, her eyes welling up with tears as this is what she was reduced to for the mere promise of an orgasm, one she was already so close to but not quite able to tip over the edge of on her own. She reached the toe of his shoe with her tongue when she saw it shift and one of his hands press on the back of her neck, pinning her face to the floor as he said one simple sentence.

"Good girl, Bitch."

SMACK

A sharp spank on her pussy made Delilah yelp into his shoe, all but biting it with her rubber muzzle in surprise but his hand didn't leave. Instead, as his spank sent splatters of her cunt juice in every direction, Matthew quickly sank two fingers into her canine cum-stained cunt and curled them tight and rubbed furiously. She let out a long, low, breathless moan as her elbows sank outwards to the floor and her thighs shuddered as Matthew masturbated her with his hand, two fingers in deep and the rest of his fingers stirring up her labia, his thumb scrubbing over her clitoris.

And, almost instantly, she came.

"MMMMNNNNNNAAAAAAAAGGHHHH!!!"

Delilah's body shuddered under Matthew's grip, her drool escaping her gagged-open mouth and her pussy squirting back behind her, unable to resist the sheer need as her body was restrained in such a way that she had no ability to stop anything that happened to her now. And, deep down, amid all the pleasure and pain, the humiliation of it all, the stuckness with which she found herself... she enjoyed it. There was something to all this that she simply could not deny in her depraved moments, even if her rational self was not ready for it.

Sinking down with spread legs, Matthew released his grip and wiped her pussy juices off on her butt cheek, chuckling to himself as she drooled from both ends and feebly wiggled and cried on the floor, overwhelmed sobs choking her breathing and preventing her from even looking at him.

"Bitch? That was your reward. Good girl. Finish your lunch."

Matthew reaches down and drags her around, turning her in place and swiping her bare chest through her own puddle of warm juices before pushing her face to her bowl. Delilah could see her squirt droplets all over and around the bowl and shivered.

He... d-did that on... p-purpose... m-made me... cum all... all over... all over my m-meal...

She shivered again, refusing to acknowledge why. But, deep down in her heart, as she achingly raised her head to tip her rubber muzzle into the bowl and root around for her meal, she knew the humiliating depravity of Matthew's treatment was what made her cum like this. And it was that same sensation that was driving her to finish her juice-stained meal right beside her furred lover...